Adieu Sagesse

                               

                        

Working as apprentice on my own mast... short skirt mellow bird river lady slowly turning into a though 'n semi skillful boat worker. Hand's of wood 'n epoxy. Dust 'n paint & the smell of musk in the hot end of an Indian Summer. May these sacred moments last forever. Them colors reflected on a burning wall, them dreams clear 'n fluently accurate, desires to be fulfilled, pirates here and there and everywhere. I can't publish their portrets for they prefer to be invisible, though my proof lies in the atmosphere 'n words they tickle on my lips. And of course she fell in love again. Magnifiscent delerium of the unforetold. Trying to decipher the messages of the whispering road.

Adieu Sagesse
Nothing lasts forever